History Repeats Itself
Numb and exhausted,
I watch you walk away.
All that I know thus far is misery and pain.
Drowning in my own emotions,
spiraling into nonexistence.
There are no words for this feeling,
the agony cannot be expressed.
I am lost for words.
Internally and externally,
I tear myself apart.
I watch the blood seep out,
crimson red and familiar.
I hold no longing for the past,
for all I have been through is tribulation,
and I am caught in the terrible truth;
history repeats itself.